I was reading a book that day, so the author said:" please don't throw potatoes at me" so I was like wtf potatoes have feelings too like c'mon you can't throw them at people!
Today I drew on a potato took it to school and rubbed it in everyone's face. They started saying eww I hate potatoes so I kept rubbing it until they said they liked it.
Now I feel guilty because I ended up stabbing it,bolat throwing it outta the window ( I'm on the 3rd floor of the school) then smashing it to so it ended up in 4 pieces
I'm sorryyyy my potatoooooo :(
Btw do potatoes have feelings or is it only me?
